it is true, it is difficult, it is difficult to understand your pain, because it is not something i have felt before, and it is true, that admitting my pain to you, may make you think of me as a frivolous coward, but what is this feeling? it makes me feel like, i will rather die than concede this defeat, and you know, everyone makes mistakes, it is nothing to be ashamed of, and i wont let this mistake go to waste, i'll smile as i walk, and i'll take a break if it rains, and then let the wind decide where i should go today.
Even if im not gonna succeed in winning this battle, even if i fail so badly that i can't make it to a University, i'll just stop at the fingerpost, and think of where i'll go again then, it is not difficult, right?
I can forget the embarrassment, forget this failure, and forget the labels i have to carry, because i think thats what growing up really means, right?
Labels: this is the curry of life.